Gahana ráte manoviińáte
Hiyár gopan vyathá
Balibo tomár káne káne
Ámi balibo tomáy gáne gáne
Dharáy kena kánná áse
Hási khushiir páshe páshe
Sahasá sukh sare jáy
Kśańik álor jhilik t́ene
Je bá tomáy sadái d́áke
Dáo ná sáŕá kena táke
Kena go phul jhare jáy
Joyár sheśe bhát́ár t́áne
At darkest night, with my mental lute,
The private pains of my heart
I will whisper to You...
I will speak to You in song.
In this world, why comes weeping
Cheek to cheek with gaiety?
Suddenly, happiness moves aside,
Consumed by a transient flash of light.
Those who constantly beseech You–
Why do You not give them reply?
Oh, why do flowers fall
With the ebb after high tide?
